Wishing Well
Been gone a long time.
I kind of lost my way, can't find it.
And I caught a short ride
to the grave and back this season.
I can try to get by, but every time I start to panic.
I'm a little bit shy, a bit strange and a little bit manic.
I went to a wishing well
and sank to the ocean floor,
Cut on the sharpened rocks
and washed up along the shore.
I reached for a shooting star
it burned a hole through my hand.
it made its way through my heart
have fun in the promised land.
On the narrowing line. What a way to sort my troubles,
and a very short time. Gotta pop better duck and cover.
Can you figure me out?